The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(54)

“So much for not having any research to do,” Kelsey said.

Tyler wiped his fingers on his napkin, and picked up his iPad again. He typed in a search.

“Title 8 of the RCW,” he said, referring to the relevant law. “This will take a while.” Tyler scrolled through the iPad for a few moments.

“Here, take a look. It looks like you need a public meeting before you take property via eminent domain,” Tyler handed his iPad to Kelsey, who wiped her own hands on her napkin before taking it. Tyler ate another spring roll.

“I think Chapter 8.12 applies. The city would do the taking,” Kelsey said.

“I agree,” Tyler said. “Our 90-year ol- client would beat down anyone in a public meeting in Seattle.” Kelsey handed him the iPad back, and Tyler put it to the side.

“So do you want to draft a letter, or do you want me to?”



“Have you seen hundreds of client letters?” Kelsey asked.

Tyler grinned. “Client letters are written to non-lawyers,” he replied. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one.” He took another spring roll. “These are good. Have some, I don’t want to eat them all.”



“Thanks,” Kelsey said, taking a spring roll. “I’ll try to write the letter tomorrow.”



“That was easy,” Tyler said. He placed the iPad into his bag.

“I haven’t written it yet,” Kelsey replied. “How long do you think it should be?”



“A page or two?” Tyler said. “I think we just want to focus on the most important points. Otherwise it will just be confusing. Eat the last one.” She took the last spring roll off the shared plate. The waiter came over and removed the empty plate and Tyler drank some tea.

“That sounds doable. I’ll get it to you before nine,” Kelsey said, biting into the spring roll.

“Whenever,” Tyler said. “It shouldn’t take us too long to revise whatever you draft.”



The waiter brought out their food. Salmon for Tyler, and curry for Kelsey.

“Much better than the dining hall tonight,” Tyler said, picking up a fork.

“I hate chicken pot pie,” Kelsey agreed. She finished the spring roll and stirred her curry into the rice. “Do you want to try mine?” she asked.

“Sure, thanks,” Tyler said, taking a forkful of curry. “Do you want some of mine?” Kelsey shook her head and took a bite of her food. “Yours is good,” he said.

“You can have more,” Kelsey said.

“Thanks, but this salmon is bigger than I expected,” Tyler said. They ate for a few minutes without talking.

“Do you see your father more now?” Kelsey asked.

He smiled. “I flew to New York City on my eighteenth birthday. I skipped out of high school, and just left.”



“Seriously?”



“I was gone for a week. It was fun. He’s a nice guy. He’s why I went to college on the east coast,” Tyler said. “I’ll probably fly out for Easter break.”



“That’s good that you’ve been able to reconnect with him,” Kelsey said.

“Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Your parents are still together?”



“They’ve been married for twenty-six years,” Kelsey replied.

“Only child?”


“One and only,” she said.

“Nice,” Tyler said.

“Did your father remarry?” Kelsey asked.

“I think he was afraid to,” Tyler joked. Kelsey giggled. “Did you like growing up in Port Townsend?” he asked.

“How did you know…” then Kelsey stopped herself in mid sentence. “Ryan told you.”



“You know I’m from Medina,” Tyler said, finishing his salmon.

“I do. I like Port Townsend a lot. There’s a lot to do and it’s so beautiful.”



“Bob certainly likes it.”



“Bob?”



“Ryan’s dad. Every summer he dragged Ryan over there for the fireworks and to go camping.”



“Have you been?”



“I went with them a couple of times,” Tyler said. “Will you move back?”



“I doubt it,” Kelsey said. “Will you stay here?”



“In Seattle?” Tyler was thoughtful for a moment. “We’ll see.”



Kelsey finished her curry. Tyler gestured for the waiter.

“Can we see the dessert menu, please?” The waiter nodded and brought the menu over. Tyler looked it over.

“I want dessert, but nothing here looks great to me. Do you want anything?” Kelsey shook her head.

“We’ll just take the check, please.” Tyler said, handing the dessert menus to the waiter.

Tyler drank the rest of his tea, and the waiter brought the bill over and handed it to him.

“How much is it?” Kelsey asked, pulling out her purse. Tyler looked at her in surprise.

“You’re kidding, right?”